 by Anne Heffron
It can be tricky making friends when part of your brain thinks if your mother didn’t like you, why would anyone else. Maybe the making part isn’t as hard as the keeping part. You can make a friend in an instant, but then you can say or do the wrong thing or get triggered or trigger someone and then, in an instant, because you are having a hard time thinking straight because too many alarms are going off in your mind and body, you can lose a friend.
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by Sharon Fieker Cummins
I placed my daughter for adoption in August of 1969. The social worker told me to go on with my life— like the adoption didn’t happen. I did just that and didn’t discuss it with anyone for 25 years. I hemorrhaged after the birth and almost didn’t make it. Although one niece tried to get me to talk about it, I told her not to ever mention it again, as I didn’t want to talk about it.  by Jean Widner
From deep inside the womb, I know both love and sadness. They ripple through my blood, my bones, and intertwine to create the essence of me. by Dirk Uphoff Mirror, mirror, on the wall, my face is reflecting someone I don’t see at all.
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